[ Bruce's eyes narrow. Killing is serious — how many punches did he throw, without caring that they caved in a chest. Where else did his madness and grief go but spread like a horror across Gotham? ]
[ If he closes his eyes again, expecting to wake up somewhere unfamiliar, he hopes it's in a clinic in Gotham, somewhere, and all of this has been a bizarre adventure he can write a report on and then go hunting. ]
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[ If he closes his eyes again, expecting to wake up somewhere unfamiliar, he hopes it's in a clinic in Gotham, somewhere, and all of this has been a bizarre adventure he can write a report on and then go hunting. ]
What do you call yourself now?